[ wow. don't worry. if he really is all that concerned about cleanliness in this sort of meet up, then he wouldn't bother at all. Katsuki knows what he is getting into. or rather what could be getting into him? such is the way of these things.
though Dabi shoving the blonde's tongue against the roof of that mouth almost makes him cough. yes, yes. swallowing important. there's a lot of saliva collecting and to the point where it still connects their mouths even as they part.
and if the couch does survive the next hour or two - however long it takes - then Katsuki will consider it a personal failure. as of right now, he's half flopped back onto the couch, chest rising and falling with rapid breathing. ]
Yeah. [ greedy. he knows he is. ] As if you ain't.
[ neither one take issue with that. especially because the asshole is getting right to it, hand already working on Katsuki's shirt. exposing muscle; Katsuki is rather built, but the muscle itself is a bit pliant. meant for absorbing the shock and brunt of his own explosions, after all. he'll pulls his arms back for it to come off completely when the time comes. until then he'll continue to move his thigh and feel that hardness growing. ]
[good news is whatever has gotten inside him is likely dead, burned up by the sheer heat of his body. otherwise he'd be a lot sicker than he was, what with the staples and burns all over him without proper trips to a hospital. should be safe. sterilized. ironically.
can't blame him for liking it wet and messy. that shove is also another one of those power plays, letting him drag his tongue along the blonde's in a lazy curl before they break and he can swallow the melange of their saliva. tempting to go for another kiss, but he's a bit distracted by how bakugou looks.
the tossed position of his body, the rise and fall of his strong chest, making himself out to be a goddamn tease dabi wants to burn up and keep for himself. at least for a little while. odds are he's gonna burn the place down once they're done regardless. he's a dick.]
Always have been. Just like you.
[hooking his hand under the hem, dabi bunches the shirt up katsuki's chest, exposing the sculpture of his torso, and then strips it off his arms once his head ducks through the collar. felt this before, but it's never unimpressive. he leaves those shoulders of his out for show with his normal costume. tossing the shirt over head to wherever, dabi presses both hands to the couch beside the blonde's head and pushes himself up in an almost feline arch. eyes burn soft blue in the relative darkness.]
Missed the part where that's my problem.
[then drags backwards, deliberately scraping his arousal against the hero's thigh and over his knee before dropping onto his calf. gives him the freedom to work on bakugou's belt with some easy flicks of his fingers, tossing it open and popping his fly with a deft snap of his middle finger.]
[ it shows, too. that Dabi is distracted by Bakugou and the way that he's positioned. the little shit knows it too, from the way that his own eyes burn - a sharp contrast to that icy blue. he's smirking because he can see it in Dabi's gaze. so maybe the blonde is being a tease. A little on purpose, but not necessarily in a sensual way because fuck that. it's not who Bakugou is. more like just by being himself. an arrogant bit of a brat.
though there might be shouting if Dabi burns this place down in Katsuki's presence. because he might be obligated to actually do something about it.
however, he's staring too. not necessarily at the burns or anything like that. it actually is Dabi's eyes. it's pretty easy to get sucked in by them. feel like cornered prey in front of a predator. he'd feel small, if Katsuki would ever really allow himself that sort of thing. but instead he watches Dabi move down and then, of course, fuss at his belt and pants ( that always hang low anyway ). ]
Will be your problem if it keeps me from getting out again.
[ not that Katsuki can't feel his own dick causing said pants to feel tight. but he settles his arms behind his head. as if he's just an observer at the moment. as if he expects this asshole to cater to his needs. ]
[good thing dabi finds that brat just being himself attractive enough to enjoy such a sight. from the intensity in bakugou's eyes to the way he's smirking at him and not looking at all like he gives a negative shit about what's going on here. good enough to hold the villain's interest for a while. especially as he drags the trainee's zipper down with an unceremonious tug and then hooks his fingers in the hem along his hips to start dragging them off.
shout at him. not like he didn't hear a bigger blowhard blasting off in his ear while he was a kid. learned to eventually tune that shit out and do what he fucking wanted. (besides, he'll be happy to have the police chalk up another destroyed property courtesy of endeavor's villainous child. let another family yell at the false hero for getting their home burned to the ground.)
it's because katsuki doesn't feel intimidated or small under his gaze that entices dabi's mind as he shucks the kid's pants down his legs. might make a point of catching them on his dick on the descent to his ankles. then makes short work of his shoes because hell if he's going to deal with wrestling the fabric off over them, and finally strips them one leg after the other. kudos for baggy pants, but still not exactly enough to warrant the shoes-still-on permit.]
It's cute ya think you're that important.
[dabi wouldn't break into u.a. for bakugou anymore than katsuki would break out for him. this is a mutual escape that means nothing but amusement and some pleasure along the way. if not a proverbial middle finger to the world. that said...]
Gonna remind you that the moment I said I was ready to "jump" you didn't just ask "how high" but also "how far."
[ because that is exactly what happened. so yeah it's "cute" that he thinks himself so "important" which is more of an aspiration than something he actually believes to be true of himself but hey. who is the one that is coming out here to engage in that amusement and escape? that thinks it important enough to come out this way?
now he doesn't really fight what Dabi's up to. stripping down is all well and good. gets the job done and there most certainly is one to be had and they've fooled around. though really he could have kicked off his own shoes but eh. it's more entertaining to have Dabi do it all. ]
Look at you. Being a fucking gentleman and all.
[ since as soon as he can, Katsuki is going to reach and attempt to at least fuss at the fastening of the other's pants. yeah, the blonde's impatient too. ]
[don't make this sound like it's a once in a grand opportunity. he's as apt to catch a fish swimming past him out of curiosity as he is to let it go by cause he's too lazy to move. he puts the importance of coming out here square on himself and what he can get out of this. besides, as cautious as they are, neither of them is stupid enough to walk into an obvious trap.
yeah, except dabi'd rather not have this bastard go kicking his shoes off when he's sitting between bakugou's legs and "accidentally" kick in the face in the process. might have to bite him if he did that. like a feral dog. but it gets him what he wants and now those things are off, his shirt's off, and dabi can run his hands up the blonde's legs, starting at his ankles over his shins to his knees and up his thighs as he leans back over him to look down into katsuki's face.]
Had that kinda shitty background.
[brings himself close enough and high enough bakugou can grab at his pants. it's nice to feel that impatience. get the buckle undone while dabi grabs his shirt and pulls it up his stomach. already got rid of his coat when the blonde fussed about it earlier.]
[ nah, it's not a once in a grand opportunity. though Bakugou will certainly make it seem that way. That's just how he is, yes?
But eh. he would probably kick shoes in Dabi's face. just to be difficult. though right now Dabi is being the difficult one, moving those hands along bare skin as Katsuki is trying to focus. he scowls, naturally, but can't really deny the fact that the gaze is captivating. he most certainly can feel the fact that Dabi would like nothing more to burn him alive and keep the ashes. that might make his dick twitch more than the touches, even if flesh prickles with the skating up of hands. ]
Yeah? Don't bother being too much of one. Might think that you actually might like me or some crazy shit like that.
[ Katsuki's fingers move quickly. buckle? gone. belt? sliding off and tossed somewhere else. buttons and zippers? also undone and there's a hand moving in boxers to grab at the one thing he HAS come here for. ]
[whatever ya gotta do to make yourself feel important. guess some people lack the self-esteem, huh. dabi's not going to put him down for it. it's what makes the kid interesting.
yeah, called it. no shows in his face. dripping blood all over your sex partner isn't exactly a turn on for either of them. dabi keeps his hands busy, a mixture of greed and simple enjoyment of being a distracting asshole. what, never taught ya how to multitask in that great school of yours? katsuki's skin feels nice, smooth and warm beneath his fingertips and palms. tactile sensation in places he can still feel make things additionally intriguing for him, to say nothing of the way the cuts and definitions of his muscles flex and move under his skin. bastard. he never could get this toned... mother's a fucking bitch for that.]
Ya ain't the worst hero I met. Might be why ya still alive.
["like" him? hah. dabi doesn't "like" anyone outside of their usefulness to him. some are obviously more useful than others. but he can milk the enjoyment and pleasure he's getting out of bakugou's company.
that belt comes off easily enough. it's older and flexible from the use. a small sigh leaves his lips when his zipper and fly come undone, and dabi lifts his hips when the blonde reaches into grab his dick. hard, head already a little wet.]
[ oh multitasking is a very important skill that is taught and one Katsuki values. so go ahead. do as much as you can at the same time. the blonde can handle it. much like he is, ah, handling it, right?
though he does notice that the touch lingers on his muscular structure. makes him smirk. ]
Jealous, Patches? Could always give ya pointers.
[ and he knows. there's no "like" here. Bakugou just teases. plays the game because, like Dabi, he can't keep his fucking mouth shut. not even as they think about fucking, apparently. since the blonde is stroking the other through his boxers. Katsuki isn't going to have Dabi whip it out yet. maybe drive him a little crazy first. ]
[leave the lame jokes to other people. just enjoy having your hand down his damn pants and rubbing all over his trapped cock. the pulse of his flesh and the unique sensation of that four-rung frenum ladder piercing centered on the underside. bet that's not something he's gonna feel back in his class.
shit. that time he rubs a small nerve at catching onto dabi's admiration of his muscular structure, a far different build from the eldest todoroki's lanky, more wiry toneage.]
Pointers won't do shit. That bitch screwed me up since birth.
[even his own brother, nine years his junior is more physically built than him, and practically as tall as him. fucking sucks. so let him admire what he can't ever have and piss off about it.
free to keep rubbing him through his clothes while his hand continues to wander over the blonde's chest and stomach, tracing the curves and definitions, pressing to his sides, raking blunt nails down his ribs to his hips, and then pushing the heels of his palms from his pelvic v up to his collarbones.
doesn't bother stopping the buck of his hips into katsuki's hand, rubbing against him with a few heated breaths and a lazy grin. despite the way his eyes are drinking up the blonde splayed out under him. predatory, envious, hate and jaded admiration in the same gaze.]
Bullshit. You think this came from my old man? What about the hag?
[ Point here being that Katsuki had to work for this. Had to build it himself. so yeah that's the reason he doesn't bother hiding it. that's why he wears tight hero suits. tank tops. though the blonde has a different idea too. nothing wrong with lanky and wiry. there's a place for that too. lithe bodies are pretty fun too, in their own ways.
now Katsuki would agree about being screwed up. mostly in the head. somewhat. some of the opinions Katsuki might agree with, deep down. however nothing will change unless you become that change, right?
anyway. neither here nor there. because there's a piercing that's definitely caught his attention and if his fingers tease around it, then oh well. Dabi can deal. he can also deal with Katsuki once more grabbing those snow-white strands of hair and pulling the guy back down for another searing kiss. enough talk. more physicality. more rocking against that burnt and scarred body.
pulling on hair. teeth biting hard at a lip and a hand that is busy at work below the belt. Is there naything better than that? ]
[point here being that touya had worked himself as tirelessly as katsuki, tried his damnest to grow and train into the powerful bulk and muscle of endeavor, and still ended up with his damn runty body, ever smaller and weaker than any of his siblings. sometimes, hard work simply won't cut it. dabi would be prouder of his own body if it hadn't come from his pathetic mother being unable to even keep him inside her for the proper term length, and then his father torching the fucking skin off his bones. but it's also why he walks around with his face and arms exposed, that low-scalloped shirt showing his chest, letting everyone see the wreck he is because he loves the reactions and results it gives. far prouder of his quirk than his body.
yet still unable the occasional envy over what he never got. isn't like people don't find him attractive enough to fuck. go figure. at least he and katsuki agree on the change aspect. become the change you want to see, right? burn it all down. endeavor raised touya to become greater than him, to take down the no 1 hero, make sure the world knew endeavor's name through his son. well guess what, dad. you got it.
argument for another time. when dabi's not catching his breath and humming in pleasure as those fingers wander over the four slender barbells through the underside of his dick. piercings might keep his skin on, but they also go deep enough he can fucking feel something again. (dick piercings are just cause; he's thankfully not burned down there. yet.) rather likes the sensation bakugou's giving him by rubbing them.
another grab, another yank, and he drops over the blonde, kissing him back in a rough and aggressive response. pressing himself flush against the young hero and grinding to him. hips to hips, trapping katsuki's hand between their dicks as he thrusts into his touch and against his arousal.
yeah there is. it's called working on shucking his own damn pants further down. freeing himself a bit more as teeth bite into his lip and dabi grunts at the spark of pain and pleasure. he shoves an arm beneath bakugou's shoulders, scooping him up slightly and pulling his chest flush against his own as he tilts his head for another deeper kiss.]
[ genes gave him his Quirk more than anything else. but that's really a point for another day as well. if Katsuki bothers to bring up the topic.
for now he'll take the jealousy. envy. admiration and hate. Katsuki doesn't mind what it is as long as attention is solely focused on him. isn't that what he really wants, deep down? that single-minded focus. to be looked at and not ignored?
well his focus is going to be on this now. Katsuki's own dick is too hard to focus on much of anything else anyway. all of the talking is really just egging each other on until they get to this point anyway. meaning his hand down Dabi's pants jerking the other off until his hand's trapped. then he's taking the moment to get boxers just a bit further down so he can grab both of their erections and start rubbing them together.
there's a growl that tears through his throat even as they're pressed close together. and there's no stopping his hips moving against Dabi's - what movement he can get from the way their bodies are angled that is. so when Dabi dives back in for another kiss, Katsuki's there to meet him. ]
[welcome to the man who refuses to take responsibility for anything ever done in his life. except for the shit he wants to. they might argue about it later, but katsuki's stubborn and dabi's insane, so likely won't end well.
hard to focus on anything but bakugou right now. and yes, but not from you. fun as he is, the hero's just kindling in the end. dabi still likes the undivided attention, still a proud wreck of a creature to not enjoy it. the hands on his skin and the lips on his mouth, the knowledge this guy's hard up over him and not just tactile sensation's a damn pleasure rush.
dabi hisses as the cloth's shoved down enough they're both bared and bakugou wraps that dangerous hand of his around them both. slotting their dicks together, the villain's piercings forming an eight-balled track that the blonde's cock rubs itself between as the pair slide and grind together. precum wells at the tip of his dick and oozes down onto katsuki's stomach, gets on his hand, slathers over their members as their skin moves. it's a heady feeling, and dabi likes it.
there's a "thud" somewhere below as the villain gets one boot shucked off his ankle. work on the other one next, meaning there's a fair bit of leg rubbing and pants scuffing down there around the blonde's knees and shins. won't be asking for help, but fuck if dabi's afraid to use a grip on the teen's leg to help himself. s'what they're here for, right?
all the while making out with bakugou without a shred of distraction, only the rough moan vibrating in his throat as he kisses him, pulls back for a breath, and kisses him again. hooks one hand around the side of his head from behind, fingers pressing to the blonde's cheek, and dabi catches the corner of his mouth with his middle finger. then tugs it, pulling his cheek away from his teeth in a lurid grin before shoving his tongue into the pocket and letting that turn into a messy french once he lets go of katsuki's cheek.]
[ now Katsuki is convinced he could probably feed any real need for sexual release with anyone of his choosing. that's just it though. of his choosing. and it's not like the impulse to allow himself to be touched in any way all that often. maybe Dabi is fortunate.
and it's not just Dabi that's feeling it. later Katsuki will feel disgusted, neat freak that he is. but it's not just the asshole's precum that's getting all over them both. it's also Bakugou's. it's also the sweat of his palms that's making it slick and making their dicks rub and slide in a way that more or less has Katsuki tense and heels digging into the cushions. the stimulus is enough to make toes curl and his chest feel tight. and his thumb rubs over the swollen heads of both of their dicks, nail teasing the slit when he can.
the hand can anchor Dabi and it's fine. nails digging into the flesh of his leg doesn't bother Katsuki much like the sound of boots hitting wherever don't really register. what does is the fact that the other is moaning too; there's more kissing and then a finger working his mouth open. what a fucker...
not that Katsuki cares. this time he is getting beaten back by the tongue invading his mouth and his own is rolling against Dabi's. much like the way that their hips move. ]
[katsuki's an option that's been made available to him and he feels like taking that option. simple as that. he blonde's able to look at it however proudly he wants, but it's not got that sort of relation with dabi. that said, he's a better pick than plenty of others the villain's fucked around with.
there's a shower in this house. if he's really gonna freak out, he can wash off like the prima donna he is. dabi's good with putting his clothes on after burning the mess off and heading on his merry way. perks to having his entire body being his quirk factor. but hell if he's not giving some harder thrusts to make sure his precum's making a mess all over bakugou's stomach, dragging his hips back to tug his tip into the grip and getting his oozing fluid onto the guy's palm and finger before thrusting back out. making a mess alongside the blonde's. encouraging him to do the same.
a low exhale wavers the air in front of his lips, hot breath ghosting out as that blunt nail teases his slit, teeth getting a tongue slicked across them when a thumb mushes down on his head and rolls it against katsuki's own. every tense of his body flexes against the villain's own, chest and stomach pressing together as their skin glides across one point of connection after another.
just cause he's a freak doesn't mean he's incapable of moaning. sounding that pleasure right into the blonde's mouth, letting it vibrate on his tongue as he kisses him deeply. dabi lazily curls his middle finger, wiping bakugou's saliva on his cheek. he picks up on the blonde trying to time the roll of their tongues with the motion of their hips. heh, what a kid.
but he works to mirror the attempt, soom matching the thrusts with the curls.]
[ you can be sure that he's going to damn well shower after this. that's not even an option not to, because if someone really wants to take a peek into his evening activities... well he's not about to entertain that line of questioning.
but as far as "in the moment" goes, Katsuki's fine with making a mess. temporarily. so if it makes it easier to jerk the both of them off? sure. why not. eventually though it's going to get to the point where it'll be difficult to keep it together.
like right now, really. because Dabi is definitely not being silent Bakugou thought that he might be one of those types until recently and it's coaxing similar sounds out of the blonde. the air around them is definitely starting to feel muggy and heated and it has little to do with Dabi being a literal walking inferno. tongues tangle and twist. bodies stretch and move to be able to get more of that heat curling in the gut.
it's good. very good. enough that Katsuki releases the both of them and takes his free hand to shove at Dabi's shoulder. fuck oxygen, but - ]
C'mon and get on with it.
[ because like hell he's going to get off on just THIS. ]
[wow. not only breaking and entering accomplice, but also using another person's utilities without asking. check out the big time criminal over here. dabi doesn't speak about his own external affairs much either. he's a secretive guy and ignores prodding questions.
plus he kind of wants to be selfish when it comes to katsuki. seeing the guy go from composed anger to something hot and disheveled is a thrill. the wet sounds spilling between them as his fist works them both other, clear precum being pumped into a white, slick froth among the trifecta of twin cocks and one hand. hips bucking and mouths breaking only for breath before going right back to it.
surprise. he's quiet when he wants to be. initially he figured bakugou would be the stubborn silent type in bed, not wanting people to hear his voice wracked by pleasure. but good to find out he could wrangle those kinds of noises out of the blonde. no apologies for being hot. the bomb knew it when he started this. there's another heated sound as their mouths part and a hand pushes at his shoulder, tongue sweeping out to break the thread of saliva between their lips before dabi leans up once his dick's free.
a soft laugh comes out like a purr and all he bothers to do is roll back onto his knees and use on to knock katsuki's leg to the side and up a bit. free hand catching onto the blonde's limb under the back of his thigh to hold him up.]
That a request for fingers or ya good with just shovin it in?
[cause he's certainly sliding his hips backward, dragging the head of his leaking dick down bakugou's arousal. precum tracing over the thrum of his vein along the underside of his shaft and drawing a line down the seam of his sac.]
[ yeah don't remind him that technically he is an accomplice in this. that he's participating or enabling, even if only passively. Katsuki doesn't usually like dealing with gray areas after all.
just like it's something seeing the blonde go from one extreme - the one that everyone saw - to this, it's equally something to see this asshole villain actually putting his focus into something that ISN'T Endeavor. temporary, sure, but that's all this is ever really going to be anyway. and don't get Bakugou wrong, he is that stubborn type. he really doesn't want other people to hear how his voice can waver and sound vulnerable. but growls and grunts with the occasional moan as long as it's deep and not a keen is acceptable. Dabi's going to have to try harder for that.
but he's pushing himself up by his forearms as Dabi moves his leg. Katsuki looks like he wants to comment on Dabi greedily licking everything he can up, but just clicks his tongue against his teeth. ]
Do I look like I need that sort of pampering?
[ might just try to give Dabi a kick for that one. besides, even the hairs at the back if Katsuki's neck rise at the way the other is rubbing up and down. the eagerness is showing. on both sides. ]
[he'll only bring it up if it's to his advantage. this would not be his advantage. leaving here with a nice set of blueballs is a very "Bad End" result. (aww, poor hero, not able to comprehend not everything's black and white.) another time, he'll bug him with it.
yeah, he's aware of that stubborn wall he has to break through each and every damn time. then again, it's not like dabi's vocalist of the year. more than willing to murmur those dirty nothing's in bakugou's ear and comment on the noises he eventually manages to wring out of his throat. same vein, don't point out the villain's actually blanking out on his revenge while fucking around with this kid. way to kill the boner, bringing up his old man. but it's a source of victory when he gets katsuki to sound like that, whether a growl, a grunt, a cuss, a yell, a cry, whine, keen, yelp, who the hell cares. it's nice. cause he knows how hard it is to get it. and who doesn't like victory here?
the question's predictable and he slicks his tongue across his upper row of teeth as he settles on his knees and hikes the blonde's leg up to his shoulder.]
That limp last time suggested ya did.
[and quickly ducks his head to the side as bakugou tries to kick him. oi. dabi quickly grabs him by his ankle, turns his head, and bites him right on the damn calf. not enough to crunch or bleed, but enough to smart a warning.]
Brat.
[before hiking his hips forward and blindly sliding the leaking tip between the blonde's cheeks. takes two swipes upward, on purpose, to "locate" the sudden give as firm tailbone turns into a tight pinch on his head. blue eyes burn towards the elbow-propped hero and dabi pushes forward. not caring about the obvious grip and protest of that tight muscle. precum and pressure's the only thing he's getting, digging into his hole until that sudden 'pop' finally punches through and dabi slides inside with a jolt.]
[ both like victory and both of them are smug shits about it. at the very least, what's respectable here about them both is that neither one is really thinking that they can change or convince the other. not like they're bothering trying to figure out what the other side has going on either. the focus is purely on being assholes to one another, getting their digs in while also kind of getting at each other.
Katsuki pauses to glare at Dabi. fucking hell - ]
I was still recovering from being skewered asshole!
[ but Katsuki had been pushing himself too much with that anyway. training while healing from what could have been a fatal injury. he tends to play rough with Dabi anyway so it's not so surprising he likely pushed beyond what he could, or should, have been able to handle.
while he doesn't yelp at the bite, the blonde does startle. then smacks Dabi on the head like the guy couldn't just burn him alive. ]
Bastard.
[ of course he has the option to like leave this, but he doesn't. rather than that, Katsuki huffs and settles back down. he knows full well Dabi is fucking with him, purposefully grinding and rubbing until Katsuki feels that pressure at his ass. of course he has to remind himself to keep breathing and not hold his breath. so the asshole is going to actually have to contend with Katsuki grabbing the couch in place ans scorching it with miniature explosions until that shitty dick manages to get inside him proper.
and Katsuki has to fight to keep his arms and legs from quivering too much. ]
[it's what makes this guy tolerable despite most people finding the blonde completely insufferable. that off-putting arrogance and aggression. it clashes with dabi's annoying aloofness and callous rudeness that has even made members of his own side frustrated at him, because he simply doesn't give a shit abotu them and sometimes it shows. this right here is fun, because there's no attempts to change. it's simply that: for fun.
the grin tugs at the corner of his mouth again, lopsided and "so what" about it.]
I'm flattered.
[wrong "skewered" katsuki referred to, but hey, an ass before is going to be an ass later. didn't at all bother him when the blonde kid showed up, ready to fuck despite the injuries. not like dabi's shown up without his burns or his fucking skin threatening to fall off, still ready for a fuck or two.
still flattering the explosive hero wanted his escape even with those injuries.
he grunts at the smack on the head. right, smart move when he's still got his leg right up here beside his mouth. meaning he sure as fuck does bite him again, this time on the ankle, hand shifting to his calf to bare the new territory. payback's a bitch.]
Uh-huh.
[god damn this kid is tight. even with him exhaling and relaxing, the way he grips at his cock and squeezes around him is fucking amazing. a hot exhale ghosts over katsuki's skin and dabi's teeth graze across it, eyes burning down towards the blonde's face as he's left propped up on the couch. he likes this part, the reaction to finally punching through his hole and sliding inside him, claiming the kid as his own. why the hell should he care if katsuki burns the couch? he'll probably burn the place down afterwards. keeps pushing in, spreading his walls open and stretching his muscle around each inch sliding inside. dabi's eyes remain on his face, watching his expression, hand and mouth resting on the blonde's leg as he feels those tiny tremors racing through it. telltale, ain't it.]
[ Katsuki just huffs with a "tch." Bastard knows full well what he had referred to. he just knows that protesting or saying anything will just draw attention to it. open him up to being mocked or words twisted some more. so he doesn't say anything.
instead he gives an "oi" for the bite to his ankle, thinking that he can yank it away from Dabi. not likely, of course, not with that dick pushing into him and Katsuki having to drop a bit more onto that couch. as much as he doesn't care to have any tells or give any indication that it hurts in a good way, it's hard not to be able to tell from the subtle quakes and the way that his jaw tightens. he bears his teeth and his brows pinch together.
now the blonde isn't going to curse Dabi for this or berate him. they know what they're getting into. Katsuki knows this ain't no gentle loving and he doesn't want that shit anyway. so the slow but steady stretch and breathing in sync with every push is just as gratifying as actually fighting. same rush. same thrill. same sense of knowing that he's alive, really. ]
[good, he's learning. dabi's not one to be at a loss for words. katsuki's quick tongued as well, even if that's mostly juvenile insults and bravado. someone with that kind of confidence is impressive, but also compensating for something. even if he does have the skills to back it up.
feeling the tug on his leg, dabi tightens his hand around his calf, but he does lean away from that bitten area. paybacks for kicking at his face earlier. shame though; that hot breath oozing out of his lips in obvious pleasure would've washed all over his skin. instead katsuki gets to see it on the villain's face. turquoise eyes burn into his expression, noting the clench of his jaw and the way those sharply-angled eyebrows furrow. must hurt in the good way, huh. not surprising. dabi's not exactly a needle dick.
doesn't bother to stop or ease off until he sits flush against the blonde's ass, leaning forward on his knees with a hooded gaze. all the way inside, feeling that pleasurable thrum of katsuki's tunnel pulsing around him as he gives him a second to adjust. before pulling back out, faster than the penetration, but slow enough to feel his ring drag along his skin with that wet, stubborn grip. definitely resisting thanks to a lack of prep, either fingers or lube. feels nice, that raw sensation.]
Careful. I might hear that quiver in ya voice.
[dabi sits right outside at his head, then snaps his hips forward, sheathing himself with a hard smack.]
[ a lot of it is juvenile insults and bravado, it's true. Katsuki is brash and crass and it's mostly all for show. he has a foul temper, it's true. but for the most part the blonde just doesn't know how to express himself properly or even in a pro-social way.
go figure. ]
Not hearing shit either.
[ definitely not a needle dick but Katsuki wouldn't want one anyway. to feel the stretch and burn... yeah, it's good. good for him because he's the sort that feels great after physical exertions. Bakugou is the type that constantly finds his body's limits and tries to push through them. work beyond them. does that matter if it's training or if it's sex? the blonde doesn't really seem to think so. he gets the same rush either way.
not that he wants Dabi to ease up either. he would have thrown a fit if the other had paused or even stopped before being fully sheathed inside of Katsuki. he doesn't need a second to adjust either. the asshole is free to just move and honestly? Bakugou expects it. almost braces for the other to pull out and slam back in as fast as he can. but that doesn't quite happen. instead it's slower and Katsuki can feel that piercing against him. inside and pulling .
yeah fuck not making noises. it's causing Katsuki to throw his head back for a moment and just bite at his own hand. fuck. fuck fuck fuck!
and then Dabi does slam back in and the blonde's hips buck, precum leaking from his own dick. ]
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Date: 3/31/22 03:25 (UTC)though Dabi shoving the blonde's tongue against the roof of that mouth almost makes him cough. yes, yes. swallowing important. there's a lot of saliva collecting and to the point where it still connects their mouths even as they part.
and if the couch does survive the next hour or two - however long it takes - then Katsuki will consider it a personal failure. as of right now, he's half flopped back onto the couch, chest rising and falling with rapid breathing. ]
Yeah. [ greedy. he knows he is. ] As if you ain't.
[ neither one take issue with that. especially because the asshole is getting right to it, hand already working on Katsuki's shirt. exposing muscle; Katsuki is rather built, but the muscle itself is a bit pliant. meant for absorbing the shock and brunt of his own explosions, after all. he'll pulls his arms back for it to come off completely when the time comes. until then he'll continue to move his thigh and feel that hardness growing. ]
I do so you better not keep me over.
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Date: 3/31/22 03:50 (UTC)can't blame him for liking it wet and messy. that shove is also another one of those power plays, letting him drag his tongue along the blonde's in a lazy curl before they break and he can swallow the melange of their saliva. tempting to go for another kiss, but he's a bit distracted by how bakugou looks.
the tossed position of his body, the rise and fall of his strong chest, making himself out to be a goddamn tease dabi wants to burn up and keep for himself. at least for a little while. odds are he's gonna burn the place down once they're done regardless. he's a dick.]
Always have been. Just like you.
[hooking his hand under the hem, dabi bunches the shirt up katsuki's chest, exposing the sculpture of his torso, and then strips it off his arms once his head ducks through the collar. felt this before, but it's never unimpressive. he leaves those shoulders of his out for show with his normal costume. tossing the shirt over head to wherever, dabi presses both hands to the couch beside the blonde's head and pushes himself up in an almost feline arch. eyes burn soft blue in the relative darkness.]
Missed the part where that's my problem.
[then drags backwards, deliberately scraping his arousal against the hero's thigh and over his knee before dropping onto his calf. gives him the freedom to work on bakugou's belt with some easy flicks of his fingers, tossing it open and popping his fly with a deft snap of his middle finger.]
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Date: 3/31/22 04:42 (UTC)though there might be shouting if Dabi burns this place down in Katsuki's presence. because he might be obligated to actually do something about it.
however, he's staring too. not necessarily at the burns or anything like that. it actually is Dabi's eyes. it's pretty easy to get sucked in by them. feel like cornered prey in front of a predator. he'd feel small, if Katsuki would ever really allow himself that sort of thing. but instead he watches Dabi move down and then, of course, fuss at his belt and pants ( that always hang low anyway ). ]
Will be your problem if it keeps me from getting out again.
[ not that Katsuki can't feel his own dick causing said pants to feel tight. but he settles his arms behind his head. as if he's just an observer at the moment. as if he expects this asshole to cater to his needs. ]
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Date: 3/31/22 05:01 (UTC)shout at him. not like he didn't hear a bigger blowhard blasting off in his ear while he was a kid. learned to eventually tune that shit out and do what he fucking wanted. (besides, he'll be happy to have the police chalk up another destroyed property courtesy of endeavor's villainous child. let another family yell at the false hero for getting their home burned to the ground.)
it's because katsuki doesn't feel intimidated or small under his gaze that entices dabi's mind as he shucks the kid's pants down his legs. might make a point of catching them on his dick on the descent to his ankles. then makes short work of his shoes because hell if he's going to deal with wrestling the fabric off over them, and finally strips them one leg after the other. kudos for baggy pants, but still not exactly enough to warrant the shoes-still-on permit.]
It's cute ya think you're that important.
[dabi wouldn't break into u.a. for bakugou anymore than katsuki would break out for him. this is a mutual escape that means nothing but amusement and some pleasure along the way. if not a proverbial middle finger to the world. that said...]
But I'll keep it in mind.
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Date: 3/31/22 05:26 (UTC)[ because that is exactly what happened. so yeah it's "cute" that he thinks himself so "important"
which is more of an aspiration than something he actually believes to be true of himselfbut hey. who is the one that is coming out here to engage in that amusement and escape? that thinks it important enough to come out this way?now he doesn't really fight what Dabi's up to. stripping down is all well and good. gets the job done and there most certainly is one to be had and they've fooled around. though really he could have kicked off his own shoes but eh. it's more entertaining to have Dabi do it all. ]
Look at you. Being a fucking gentleman and all.
[ since as soon as he can, Katsuki is going to reach and attempt to at least fuss at the fastening of the other's pants. yeah, the blonde's impatient too. ]
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Date: 3/31/22 05:37 (UTC)[don't make this sound like it's a once in a grand opportunity. he's as apt to catch a fish swimming past him out of curiosity as he is to let it go by cause he's too lazy to move. he puts the importance of coming out here square on himself and what he can get out of this. besides, as cautious as they are, neither of them is stupid enough to walk into an obvious trap.
yeah, except dabi'd rather not have this bastard go kicking his shoes off when he's sitting between bakugou's legs and "accidentally" kick in the face in the process. might have to bite him if he did that. like a feral dog. but it gets him what he wants and now those things are off, his shirt's off, and dabi can run his hands up the blonde's legs, starting at his ankles over his shins to his knees and up his thighs as he leans back over him to look down into katsuki's face.]
Had that kinda shitty background.
[brings himself close enough and high enough bakugou can grab at his pants. it's nice to feel that impatience. get the buckle undone while dabi grabs his shirt and pulls it up his stomach. already got rid of his coat when the blonde fussed about it earlier.]
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Date: 4/1/22 01:28 (UTC)But eh. he would probably kick shoes in Dabi's face. just to be difficult. though right now Dabi is being the difficult one, moving those hands along bare skin as Katsuki is trying to focus. he scowls, naturally, but can't really deny the fact that the gaze is captivating. he most certainly can feel the fact that Dabi would like nothing more to burn him alive and keep the ashes. that might make his dick twitch more than the touches, even if flesh prickles with the skating up of hands. ]
Yeah? Don't bother being too much of one. Might think that you actually might like me or some crazy shit like that.
[ Katsuki's fingers move quickly. buckle? gone. belt? sliding off and tossed somewhere else. buttons and zippers? also undone and there's a hand moving in boxers to grab at the one thing he HAS come here for. ]
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Date: 4/1/22 01:49 (UTC)yeah, called it. no shows in his face. dripping blood all over your sex partner isn't exactly a turn on for either of them. dabi keeps his hands busy, a mixture of greed and simple enjoyment of being a distracting asshole. what, never taught ya how to multitask in that great school of yours? katsuki's skin feels nice, smooth and warm beneath his fingertips and palms. tactile sensation in places he can still feel make things additionally intriguing for him, to say nothing of the way the cuts and definitions of his muscles flex and move under his skin. bastard. he never could get this toned... mother's a fucking bitch for that.]
Ya ain't the worst hero I met. Might be why ya still alive.
["like" him? hah. dabi doesn't "like" anyone outside of their usefulness to him. some are obviously more useful than others. but he can milk the enjoyment and pleasure he's getting out of bakugou's company.
that belt comes off easily enough. it's older and flexible from the use. a small sigh leaves his lips when his zipper and fly come undone, and dabi lifts his hips when the blonde reaches into grab his dick. hard, head already a little wet.]
Shit, now we're gettin somewhere.
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Date: 4/1/22 02:11 (UTC)though he does notice that the touch lingers on his muscular structure. makes him smirk. ]
Jealous, Patches? Could always give ya pointers.
[ and he knows. there's no "like" here. Bakugou just teases. plays the game because, like Dabi, he can't keep his fucking mouth shut. not even as they think about fucking, apparently. since the blonde is stroking the other through his boxers. Katsuki isn't going to have Dabi whip it out yet. maybe drive him a little crazy first. ]
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Date: 4/1/22 02:22 (UTC)shit. that time he rubs a small nerve at catching onto dabi's admiration of his muscular structure, a far different build from the eldest todoroki's lanky, more wiry toneage.]
Pointers won't do shit. That bitch screwed me up since birth.
[even his own brother, nine years his junior is more physically built than him, and practically as tall as him. fucking sucks. so let him admire what he can't ever have and piss off about it.
free to keep rubbing him through his clothes while his hand continues to wander over the blonde's chest and stomach, tracing the curves and definitions, pressing to his sides, raking blunt nails down his ribs to his hips, and then pushing the heels of his palms from his pelvic v up to his collarbones.
doesn't bother stopping the buck of his hips into katsuki's hand, rubbing against him with a few heated breaths and a lazy grin. despite the way his eyes are drinking up the blonde splayed out under him. predatory, envious, hate and jaded admiration in the same gaze.]
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Date: 4/1/22 03:09 (UTC)[ Point here being that Katsuki had to work for this. Had to build it himself. so yeah that's the reason he doesn't bother hiding it. that's why he wears tight hero suits. tank tops. though the blonde has a different idea too. nothing wrong with lanky and wiry. there's a place for that too. lithe bodies are pretty fun too, in their own ways.
now Katsuki would agree about being screwed up. mostly in the head. somewhat. some of the opinions Katsuki might agree with, deep down. however nothing will change unless you become that change, right?
anyway. neither here nor there. because there's a piercing that's definitely caught his attention and if his fingers tease around it, then oh well. Dabi can deal. he can also deal with Katsuki once more grabbing those snow-white strands of hair and pulling the guy back down for another searing kiss. enough talk. more physicality. more rocking against that burnt and scarred body.
pulling on hair. teeth biting hard at a lip and a hand that is busy at work below the belt. Is there naything better than that? ]
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Date: 4/1/22 03:39 (UTC)[point here being that touya had worked himself as tirelessly as katsuki, tried his damnest to grow and train into the powerful bulk and muscle of endeavor, and still ended up with his damn runty body, ever smaller and weaker than any of his siblings. sometimes, hard work simply won't cut it. dabi would be prouder of his own body if it hadn't come from his pathetic mother being unable to even keep him inside her for the proper term length, and then his father torching the fucking skin off his bones. but it's also why he walks around with his face and arms exposed, that low-scalloped shirt showing his chest, letting everyone see the wreck he is because he loves the reactions and results it gives. far prouder of his quirk than his body.
yet still unable the occasional envy over what he never got. isn't like people don't find him attractive enough to fuck. go figure. at least he and katsuki agree on the change aspect. become the change you want to see, right? burn it all down. endeavor raised touya to become greater than him, to take down the no 1 hero, make sure the world knew endeavor's name through his son. well guess what, dad. you got it.
argument for another time. when dabi's not catching his breath and humming in pleasure as those fingers wander over the four slender barbells through the underside of his dick. piercings might keep his skin on, but they also go deep enough he can fucking feel something again. (dick piercings are just cause; he's thankfully not burned down there. yet.) rather likes the sensation bakugou's giving him by rubbing them.
another grab, another yank, and he drops over the blonde, kissing him back in a rough and aggressive response. pressing himself flush against the young hero and grinding to him. hips to hips, trapping katsuki's hand between their dicks as he thrusts into his touch and against his arousal.
yeah there is. it's called working on shucking his own damn pants further down. freeing himself a bit more as teeth bite into his lip and dabi grunts at the spark of pain and pleasure. he shoves an arm beneath bakugou's shoulders, scooping him up slightly and pulling his chest flush against his own as he tilts his head for another deeper kiss.]
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Date: 4/1/22 03:53 (UTC)for now he'll take the jealousy. envy. admiration and hate. Katsuki doesn't mind what it is as long as attention is solely focused on him. isn't that what he really wants, deep down? that single-minded focus. to be looked at and not ignored?
well his focus is going to be on this now. Katsuki's own dick is too hard to focus on much of anything else anyway. all of the talking is really just egging each other on until they get to this point anyway. meaning his hand down Dabi's pants jerking the other off until his hand's trapped. then he's taking the moment to get boxers just a bit further down so he can grab both of their erections and start rubbing them together.
there's a growl that tears through his throat even as they're pressed close together. and there's no stopping his hips moving against Dabi's - what movement he can get from the way their bodies are angled that is. so when Dabi dives back in for another kiss, Katsuki's there to meet him. ]
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Date: 4/1/22 04:10 (UTC)hard to focus on anything but bakugou right now.
and yes, but not from you. fun as he is, the hero's just kindling in the end.dabi still likes the undivided attention, still a proud wreck of a creature to not enjoy it. the hands on his skin and the lips on his mouth, the knowledge this guy's hard up over him and not just tactile sensation's a damn pleasure rush.dabi hisses as the cloth's shoved down enough they're both bared and bakugou wraps that dangerous hand of his around them both. slotting their dicks together, the villain's piercings forming an eight-balled track that the blonde's cock rubs itself between as the pair slide and grind together. precum wells at the tip of his dick and oozes down onto katsuki's stomach, gets on his hand, slathers over their members as their skin moves. it's a heady feeling, and dabi likes it.
there's a "thud" somewhere below as the villain gets one boot shucked off his ankle. work on the other one next, meaning there's a fair bit of leg rubbing and pants scuffing down there around the blonde's knees and shins. won't be asking for help, but fuck if dabi's afraid to use a grip on the teen's leg to help himself. s'what they're here for, right?
all the while making out with bakugou without a shred of distraction, only the rough moan vibrating in his throat as he kisses him, pulls back for a breath, and kisses him again. hooks one hand around the side of his head from behind, fingers pressing to the blonde's cheek, and dabi catches the corner of his mouth with his middle finger. then tugs it, pulling his cheek away from his teeth in a lurid grin before shoving his tongue into the pocket and letting that turn into a messy french once he lets go of katsuki's cheek.]
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Date: 4/1/22 04:27 (UTC)and it's not just Dabi that's feeling it. later Katsuki will feel disgusted, neat freak that he is. but it's not just the asshole's precum that's getting all over them both. it's also Bakugou's. it's also the sweat of his palms that's making it slick and making their dicks rub and slide in a way that more or less has Katsuki tense and heels digging into the cushions. the stimulus is enough to make toes curl and his chest feel tight. and his thumb rubs over the swollen heads of both of their dicks, nail teasing the slit when he can.
the hand can anchor Dabi and it's fine. nails digging into the flesh of his leg doesn't bother Katsuki much like the sound of boots hitting wherever don't really register. what does is the fact that the other is moaning too; there's more kissing and then a finger working his mouth open. what a fucker...
not that Katsuki cares. this time he is getting beaten back by the tongue invading his mouth and his own is rolling against Dabi's. much like the way that their hips move. ]
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Date: 4/1/22 04:47 (UTC)there's a shower in this house. if he's really gonna freak out, he can wash off like the prima donna he is. dabi's good with putting his clothes on after burning the mess off and heading on his merry way. perks to having his entire body being his quirk factor. but hell if he's not giving some harder thrusts to make sure his precum's making a mess all over bakugou's stomach, dragging his hips back to tug his tip into the grip and getting his oozing fluid onto the guy's palm and finger before thrusting back out. making a mess alongside the blonde's. encouraging him to do the same.
a low exhale wavers the air in front of his lips, hot breath ghosting out as that blunt nail teases his slit, teeth getting a tongue slicked across them when a thumb mushes down on his head and rolls it against katsuki's own. every tense of his body flexes against the villain's own, chest and stomach pressing together as their skin glides across one point of connection after another.
just cause he's a freak doesn't mean he's incapable of moaning. sounding that pleasure right into the blonde's mouth, letting it vibrate on his tongue as he kisses him deeply. dabi lazily curls his middle finger, wiping bakugou's saliva on his cheek. he picks up on the blonde trying to time the roll of their tongues with the motion of their hips. heh, what a kid.
but he works to mirror the attempt, soom matching the thrusts with the curls.]
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Date: 4/3/22 06:23 (UTC)but as far as "in the moment" goes, Katsuki's fine with making a mess. temporarily. so if it makes it easier to jerk the both of them off? sure. why not. eventually though it's going to get to the point where it'll be difficult to keep it together.
like right now, really. because Dabi is definitely not being silent
Bakugou thought that he might be one of those types until recentlyand it's coaxing similar sounds out of the blonde. the air around them is definitely starting to feel muggy and heated and it has little to do with Dabi being a literal walking inferno. tongues tangle and twist. bodies stretch and move to be able to get more of that heat curling in the gut.it's good. very good. enough that Katsuki releases the both of them and takes his free hand to shove at Dabi's shoulder. fuck oxygen, but - ]
C'mon and get on with it.
[ because like hell he's going to get off on just THIS. ]
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Date: 4/4/22 02:15 (UTC)plus he kind of wants to be selfish when it comes to katsuki. seeing the guy go from composed anger to something hot and disheveled is a thrill. the wet sounds spilling between them as his fist works them both other, clear precum being pumped into a white, slick froth among the trifecta of twin cocks and one hand. hips bucking and mouths breaking only for breath before going right back to it.
surprise. he's quiet when he wants to be.initially he figured bakugou would be the stubborn silent type in bed, not wanting people to hear his voice wracked by pleasure. but good to find out he could wrangle those kinds of noises out of the blonde. no apologies for being hot. the bomb knew it when he started this. there's another heated sound as their mouths part and a hand pushes at his shoulder, tongue sweeping out to break the thread of saliva between their lips before dabi leans up once his dick's free.a soft laugh comes out like a purr and all he bothers to do is roll back onto his knees and use on to knock katsuki's leg to the side and up a bit. free hand catching onto the blonde's limb under the back of his thigh to hold him up.]
That a request for fingers or ya good with just shovin it in?
[cause he's certainly sliding his hips backward, dragging the head of his leaking dick down bakugou's arousal. precum tracing over the thrum of his vein along the underside of his shaft and drawing a line down the seam of his sac.]
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Date: 4/4/22 03:38 (UTC)just like it's something seeing the blonde go from one extreme - the one that everyone saw - to this, it's equally something to see this asshole villain actually putting his focus into something that ISN'T Endeavor. temporary, sure, but that's all this is ever really going to be anyway. and don't get Bakugou wrong, he is that stubborn type. he really doesn't want other people to hear how his voice can waver and sound vulnerable. but growls and grunts with the occasional moan
as long as it's deep and not a keenis acceptable. Dabi's going to have to try harder for that.but he's pushing himself up by his forearms as Dabi moves his leg. Katsuki looks like he wants to comment on Dabi greedily licking everything he can up, but just clicks his tongue against his teeth. ]
Do I look like I need that sort of pampering?
[ might just try to give Dabi a kick for that one. besides, even the hairs at the back if Katsuki's neck rise at the way the other is rubbing up and down. the eagerness is showing. on both sides. ]
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Date: 4/4/22 04:04 (UTC)yeah, he's aware of that stubborn wall he has to break through each and every damn time. then again, it's not like dabi's vocalist of the year. more than willing to murmur those dirty nothing's in bakugou's ear and comment on the noises he eventually manages to wring out of his throat. same vein, don't point out the villain's actually blanking out on his revenge while fucking around with this kid. way to kill the boner, bringing up his old man. but it's a source of victory when he gets katsuki to sound like that, whether a growl, a grunt, a cuss, a yell, a cry, whine, keen, yelp, who the hell cares. it's nice. cause he knows how hard it is to get it. and who doesn't like victory here?
the question's predictable and he slicks his tongue across his upper row of teeth as he settles on his knees and hikes the blonde's leg up to his shoulder.]
That limp last time suggested ya did.
[and quickly ducks his head to the side as bakugou tries to kick him. oi. dabi quickly grabs him by his ankle, turns his head, and bites him right on the damn calf. not enough to crunch or bleed, but enough to smart a warning.]
Brat.
[before hiking his hips forward and blindly sliding the leaking tip between the blonde's cheeks. takes two swipes upward, on purpose, to "locate" the sudden give as firm tailbone turns into a tight pinch on his head. blue eyes burn towards the elbow-propped hero and dabi pushes forward. not caring about the obvious grip and protest of that tight muscle. precum and pressure's the only thing he's getting, digging into his hole until that sudden 'pop' finally punches through and dabi slides inside with a jolt.]
Atta boy.
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Date: 4/5/22 01:07 (UTC)Katsuki pauses to glare at Dabi. fucking hell - ]
I was still recovering from being skewered asshole!
[ but Katsuki had been pushing himself too much with that anyway. training while healing from what could have been a fatal injury. he tends to play rough with Dabi anyway so it's not so surprising he likely pushed beyond what he could, or should, have been able to handle.
while he doesn't yelp at the bite, the blonde does startle. then smacks Dabi on the head like the guy couldn't just burn him alive. ]
Bastard.
[ of course he has the option to like leave this, but he doesn't. rather than that, Katsuki huffs and settles back down. he knows full well Dabi is fucking with him, purposefully grinding and rubbing until Katsuki feels that pressure at his ass. of course he has to remind himself to keep breathing and not hold his breath. so the asshole is going to actually have to contend with Katsuki grabbing the couch in place ans scorching it with miniature explosions until that shitty dick manages to get inside him proper.
and Katsuki has to fight to keep his arms and legs from quivering too much. ]
Fuck.
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Date: 4/5/22 02:05 (UTC)the grin tugs at the corner of his mouth again, lopsided and "so what" about it.]
I'm flattered.
[wrong "skewered" katsuki referred to, but hey, an ass before is going to be an ass later. didn't at all bother him when the blonde kid showed up, ready to fuck despite the injuries. not like dabi's shown up without his burns or his fucking skin threatening to fall off, still ready for a fuck or two.
still flattering the explosive hero wanted his escape even with those injuries.
he grunts at the smack on the head. right, smart move when he's still got his leg right up here beside his mouth. meaning he sure as fuck does bite him again, this time on the ankle, hand shifting to his calf to bare the new territory. payback's a bitch.]
Uh-huh.
[god damn this kid is tight. even with him exhaling and relaxing, the way he grips at his cock and squeezes around him is fucking amazing. a hot exhale ghosts over katsuki's skin and dabi's teeth graze across it, eyes burning down towards the blonde's face as he's left propped up on the couch. he likes this part, the reaction to finally punching through his hole and sliding inside him, claiming the kid as his own. why the hell should he care if katsuki burns the couch? he'll probably burn the place down afterwards. keeps pushing in, spreading his walls open and stretching his muscle around each inch sliding inside. dabi's eyes remain on his face, watching his expression, hand and mouth resting on the blonde's leg as he feels those tiny tremors racing through it. telltale, ain't it.]
Tight as ever. Still take it well.
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Date: 4/5/22 02:30 (UTC)instead he gives an "oi" for the bite to his ankle, thinking that he can yank it away from Dabi. not likely, of course, not with that dick pushing into him and Katsuki having to drop a bit more onto that couch. as much as he doesn't care to have any tells or give any indication that it hurts in a good way, it's hard not to be able to tell from the subtle quakes and the way that his jaw tightens. he bears his teeth and his brows pinch together.
now the blonde isn't going to curse Dabi for this or berate him. they know what they're getting into. Katsuki knows this ain't no gentle loving and he doesn't want that shit anyway. so the slow but steady stretch and breathing in sync with every push is just as gratifying as actually fighting. same rush. same thrill. same sense of knowing that he's alive, really. ]
Taking your dick ain't shit.
[ well so much for not antagonizing. ]
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Date: 4/5/22 03:18 (UTC)feeling the tug on his leg, dabi tightens his hand around his calf, but he does lean away from that bitten area. paybacks for kicking at his face earlier. shame though; that hot breath oozing out of his lips in obvious pleasure would've washed all over his skin. instead katsuki gets to see it on the villain's face. turquoise eyes burn into his expression, noting the clench of his jaw and the way those sharply-angled eyebrows furrow. must hurt in the good way, huh. not surprising. dabi's not exactly a needle dick.
doesn't bother to stop or ease off until he sits flush against the blonde's ass, leaning forward on his knees with a hooded gaze. all the way inside, feeling that pleasurable thrum of katsuki's tunnel pulsing around him as he gives him a second to adjust. before pulling back out, faster than the penetration, but slow enough to feel his ring drag along his skin with that wet, stubborn grip. definitely resisting thanks to a lack of prep, either fingers or lube. feels nice, that raw sensation.]
Careful. I might hear that quiver in ya voice.
[dabi sits right outside at his head, then snaps his hips forward, sheathing himself with a hard smack.]
Good boy.
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Date: 4/6/22 00:42 (UTC)go figure. ]
Not hearing shit either.
[ definitely not a needle dick but Katsuki wouldn't want one anyway. to feel the stretch and burn... yeah, it's good. good for him because he's the sort that feels great after physical exertions. Bakugou is the type that constantly finds his body's limits and tries to push through them. work beyond them. does that matter if it's training or if it's sex? the blonde doesn't really seem to think so. he gets the same rush either way.
not that he wants Dabi to ease up either. he would have thrown a fit if the other had paused or even stopped before being fully sheathed inside of Katsuki. he doesn't need a second to adjust either. the asshole is free to just move and honestly? Bakugou expects it. almost braces for the other to pull out and slam back in as fast as he can. but that doesn't quite happen. instead it's slower and Katsuki can feel that piercing against him. inside and pulling .
yeah fuck not making noises. it's causing Katsuki to throw his head back for a moment and just bite at his own hand. fuck. fuck fuck fuck!
and then Dabi does slam back in and the blonde's hips buck, precum leaking from his own dick. ]
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